Summary
After he found out I scored 698 on the college entrance exam, my online boyfriend from the game broke up with me.
“With scores like that, and she’s going into engineering? Bet she’s a total tank.”
He snickered as he joked with his roommates about how ugly I must be, forgetting to turn off voice chat.
Then one of our teammates raised his gun and lit him up.
“You messed with my direct junior? Tough luck, scumbag.”
When the semester started and we met up in person, I stared at the 187-centimeter-tall heartthrob in front of me and fell silent.
No, seriously, bro.
With a face like that, what gives you the nerve to call someone else a player?